“I couldn't live a week without a private library
- indeed, I'd part with all my furniture and squat and sleep on the floor
before I'd let go of the 1500 or so books I possess.” ― H.P. Lovecraft

Whistling In The Graveyard: October 07, 2007

Saturday, October 13, 2007


Thursday, October 11, 2007



Yeah, the song's been out for a while, but I heard it on the radio when my alarm went off this morning (alright, afternoon) and I felt the need to share the video with you unworthy assholes.

If you don't IMMEDIATELY recognize what it's an homage to (like right after reading the quote at the beginning) then you need to rent the Johnny Depp (that got yer fucking attention, didn't it?) classic Fear And Loathing In Las Vegas right fucking NOW.

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Sunday, October 07, 2007

Ugh.

So the healing continues, albeit SLOWLY..

I've been cleared to drive, but I haven't really felt up to it, so I haven't been leaving the house much. Fortunately, with a computer, an X-Box and several restaurants that deliver, leaving the house is optional.

Speaking of X-Box, my initial impression of X-Box Live wasn't pretty. In fact, I thought it fairly sucked ass.

This is mostly because, as I've stated many times, I fucking hate the general public. Seriously, I feel that at least 85% of the Earth's population could simply be done without. That might seem a little high,but you have to take into account that 85% includes 100% of the Middle East, Quebec and the upper levels of our own government.

I'm also not too fond of the French.

Anyways, it's hard to connect to my friends here in town and it seems that even when we do connect we can't play without some random douchebags also getting lumped in with us. And using the word 'douchebags' to describe them casts the word in a worse light than ever before. X-Box Live users, predominantly, are the biggest assholes I've ever encountered ANYWHERE. And I've encountered some world class assholes in my day. Hell, before my brother was neutered by the Nazi he was pretty high in the running for biggest asshole in the western hemisphere. Now he's just whipped and sad and that provides me with just hours and hours of chuckles lemmie tell you.

Hell, sometimes I start laughing about the situation he's gotten himself into and I find myself unable to stop. I just laugh and laugh till I black out. Sometimes when I wake up I find that someone has placed a dead hooker in my room and a bloody, blunt object in my hand. This usually gets me laughing too, but it's a different kind of laughter, you know?

Plus we have to play random game setups and we keep getting put in the same three fucking levels.

Apart from all that it's pretty fucking keen though. One benefit to being surrounded by those assholes is that you can shoot them in the face with a fucking shotgun. Something that I've occasionally found problematic in real life. The downside though is that they outnumber you and every time I start shooting someone I get shot by three other people from three different fucking directions. This pissed me off to the point where I had pretty much made up my mind that at the end of me free month I wasn't going to renew it.

But that was before I started playing with the love of my loins, Mistress Victoria. :D

I don't care how fucking good you are, she'll pwn your fucking face off and laugh at your efforts. Naturally, this is extraordinarily entertaining. Of course, her swift and bloody vengeance is best witnessed as it's meted out to someone else, though it's still kinda perversely entertaining when it's your own ass getting the digital shit blown out of it.

Moments like that are what make life worth tenaciously clinging to.

Or maybe it's just me.

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